The Immoralist (1902)

This was the edition I had of André Gide's The Immoralist, purchased at Oakridge Mall in 1978, the bookstore next to Kelly's Records. My current edition is a recent Penguin with a new translation (David Watson, 2000) and an unattributed image of something red and crushed -- Michel's lungs or something he spat up.

I like this:

"I had forgotten I was alone; I sat there, waiting for nothing, oblivious to the time. Until that day, it seemed to me, I had felt so little and thought so much, and I was astonished to find that my sensations were becoming as strong as thoughts." (34)